Tag Archives: cubicle

The border between Canada and the US was due to reopen temporarily, but nobody knew for how long. I was determined to cross it. However, as a UK citizen, this would be illegal. As part of my disguise as an … Continue reading →

I lay on the operating theatre table and realised I needed to visit the bathroom. I dashed outside, still wearing my medical gown but was put off by the dirty facilities. Then every member of the operating team followed me … Continue reading →

It must have been cold in Susan Morrison’s bed and breakfast because TPR was wearing JH’s woollen beanie hat in bed (while JH slept on the floor beside us). It was a dangerous trek across the field to breakfast the … Continue reading →

I had always admired MH’s sense of style. Her vintage wardrobe was especially interesting. However, now my attentions turned to her taste in home décor. I loved the bold blue wallpaper in the matching toilet cubicles, and the scenes of … Continue reading →

I slept for the two hours that I was locked in the ladies at Summerhall. When I woke I climbed over the top of the cubicle door and made my escape into the street. Although by now it was 11:30pm, … Continue reading →

Gordon Brown greeted me cheerily as he pushed open the door of the unisex toilets. ‘How does he know my name?’ I asked myself. I also wondered what he would think when he discovered that there was only hard toilet … Continue reading →